And we're back in the car, where all of the ladies are laughing at the wacky high jinks of the nice Edie we never knew while she was actually alive. Bree says "Good for Edie," and Lynette says Edie never let her forget it, either; she always insisted the tequila shooters killed the cancer. A loud noise signals that they have a flat tire, which Gaby would like to take as a sign they're not supposed to do this today, but Bree just says, "Nice try." Susan says they don't have time for this, and asks if anyone knows how to change a tire. They all look at Mrs. McCluskey, who sighs us into commercial.
After commercial, she is, in fact, changing the tire. So I guess that was a "yes." She asks Gaby for a cross wrench, and threatens to hit her with it. Bree says that Edie used to live near where they are now when she moved away from Wisteria. Mrs. McCluskey says, "You mean when you girls gave her the boot?" Lynette replies, much to my horror (and surely Felicity Huffman's as well): "Less yakkin', more jackin'." [Seriously, couldn't Mrs. McCluskey just tell the younger, stronger women what to do? This is some cheap comedy right here. - Z] Susan asks how Bree knew where Edie lived, and Bree says she ran into her once, unexpectedly, in a place she never thought she'd see her.